Endless illusions began emerging from Mo Tushan's divine soul.
At the same time, Lu Qing's voice rang out again.
"That's naturally because you've yet to receive your true punishment, demon child. Enjoy how those living creatures you slaughtered are exacting their revenge upon you."
Boundless fear spread from the depths of Mo Tushan's heart, and he cried out in terror.
"No! Please! Spare me..."
The voice was cut off, but everyone could hear the horror in Mo Tushan's last words.
Looking at the lifeless mass of flesh on the ground, and the space of illusions in Lu Qing's hand.
In which Mo Tushan's primordial spirit was drowning, his twisted visage occasionally letting out anguished screams, clearly undergoing boundless torment.
Everyone felt a chill emerge from their hearts, crawling up their spines.
